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“Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond paste. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. There were two sisters, you know. The advanced guard rode on to drive away any opposition, while the main body of the procession crossed the bridge, and slowly toiled up Holborn Hill. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling.
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